Morning dawns, and I roll over and go back to sleep and reawaken at a more decent time of morning.
Rough night last night with geezer ailments. But that slice of cold pizza and a glass of milk at 2 am didn’t help them much either. I knew that was going to hurt later, and I wasn’t disappointed. I don’t know why I do that to me.
Old Bucephalus, my antique Dodge Grand Caravan is in the shop for a new battery, oil change and tire rotation. It has so many little things needing fixing, like loose weather stripping and such. It is a shame that I neglected it so, so I resolve to do better. Sans solemn oath, of course.
Can’t avoid hearing about the recent Kabuki dance between Trump, Pelosi and Schumer. The press reports the theater as if it was a real happening instead of a staged event by unskilled actors. I am tired of the symbolic crap. It is time to act like statesmen instead of cheap-assed politicians. But who really believes that will happen? So, it goes on. These are the people who really think they “lead”. The only reason they have followers is out of idle curiosity.
So this missive goes.
A late good morning!